Hide your life from me
So I cannot know who you are
Or what you do
Hide your heart from me
So I cannot know who you love
Or what you feel
Hide yourself from me
So I cannot know who you are
Or what lies beneath
I can imagine
My best guess for sure
But I will never know.
I have an RBF. Apparently. Resting bitch face. I remember reading an article once on the every day lives of men and women. Women are expected to smile more and look pleasant. I have observed this in the workplace too. If a woman doesn’t smile often she is deemed miserable. But the same does not apply to her male colleagues. I have never been able to wear a facade. If I’m happy,I look happy. If I’m sad, I look sad. Stressed, looked stressed. Etc. My RBF doesn’t help though. Sometimes I am feeling just fine, but because I’m not smiling, I have a demeanor that may keep others at a distance. I don’t mean to though!
Here’s me looking happy 🙂
He’s no Romeo
My desires betray
The brutal reality
Of the truth behind
The glossy veneer
I’m torn in two
Wanting, needing
My fantasies to be true
But there is no truth
Only a bitter lie
And a bitter pill
For me to consume
You have no idea what lays behind the mask I wear
You wear a mask
You do not show
The man you are
I could not know
The man you are
Remove the mask
Reveal the soul
Behind those eyes
Or stay hiding
If that is
Your choice
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